Unspoken
I am the voice unspoken, The song without words, I am music without notes. I am faceless, featureless… “Bleed me dry” I whisper to dry hearts, “Take my life” I taunt with my eyes. “Take it all” You know the truth of it… ”Kill me her
Agent of Chaos
~Soul wrought of Terra corrupt, I am the darkness which engulfs the light, I am the being who will plunge your soul into an eternal night.. For now you must fight, Fight the darkness with all of your might, In order to save your soul from dark
Twisted Alliance
You enjoy torture and inflicting pain.You make it look like im going insane.Some how you manage to remain out of sight.You hide yourself well. Sometimes you can be creepier than anything that could come out from Hell. You give me an evil laugh and a
Maze
I wrote this one when I was 16.. while babysitting one night..
ART
Would she be foolish to dig more? Dying in the lives of fond illusions. Snared with the lions, do we betray our instincts? Is it sins painted masterpiece or Conceited colours on the canvass, brushed stroked of her own hand? She cries for more.
the girl had enough
This piece was a totally different process for me, I've never took a bit of my life and threw it in a fictional story and made the story into a poem.So I would really appreciate any comments, I love comments anyway good or bad I can take construtive crictism and am fully aware that my spelling sucks sometimes (luckly when I write for work I have an editor right *lol*) so please comment away.
On The Dark Side
Oh what elusive dreams I feel, So close that I can smell the dew, On the petals of the daffodill, So near and yet so far.. Yearning so much to know that part of you, The man I see when I close my eyes and dream.. Wandering aimlessly, And do
the tears a deadman cries
when she looked into his eyes she knew right and than when she saw the tear come out of his eyes she understood that the dead man was not crying for himself but he was crying for her for he felt the pain that was in her heart
Keep Me
I was going through a rough period of my life when my best friend and my boyfriend ran off together..
The cutter's poem.
I used to cut when I was younger but I'm over it now. I found this poem saved to my computer and figured I'd share it.
I Give Up
I give up on you, on us, on me. I give up on love, on life, on hope. I give up on care, on want, on need. I give up on God, on Jesus, on faith. I accept the dark, the death, the end.
My life
I'm worn down fourty hours at a jog I hate My life is unwinding its just to late Its hard to keep goin I just want to stop I'm at the bottom I cant't see the top I'm slowly dieing my soul is crushed I keep yelling but my voice is hushed I want to be
Feathers
The hand will fall upon his head, moving him right to left, his voice will fall to deaf ears, His emotions slowly are dead. Singing his lullaby will lull his wall, climb the bobbed wire peak, he still will call but not to you, though he will
What does that mean?
in the realms of fabrication where dreams and nightmares undecidedly lose their brass tacks i was considering dancing a waltz when i came across a pseudo old chap i asked him if he could curl ones liver as sobriety, melancholy and wistfulness
Red and Black
I'm the writer of this poem. I was feeling lost and angry when I wrote it.
My War
I will never shrink into the night Always standing my ground to fight Battle till the very last breath Keep on fighting to the very death For those who wish to wager war Think wisely before you wish to explore I will make you writhe and scream
warped minds of death
it is a song
Dawning
Though it is too late we must carry on though we break the night still will come the dawn.
<——As is as is——>
I have had mates who have fought in the war. It’s sort of a memorial and memory of my mate. ?????????????
**If I Could Take You Into Me
I wrote this poem and many others during a time when I was involved with a man who had some commitment problems. He lived with me for a year and then decided to move out while continuing a relationship with me. I went through a lot of emotional turmoil and found solace in writing these poems and performing in open mic poetry readings around town. Oddly enough, that is where I met my husband a couple of years later. The poem is somewhat s*xual, but the underlying meaning is that I wanted that man to understand me. I wanted him to "be inside" of me to understand how I felt.
**I Am
Like closing my eyes and taking in surroundings Falling into lacey arms Disarmed in the TV shadows Blue lights and monotonous drones of DVD Tasting tomatoes on razor beard hairs Cutting out red tinged blush on my face In this place I am locked
They will see...
This poem was written by me when I was upset at the world.
Drowning By Intent
Drowning By Intent Wasted lives when souls disperse too late to fear the depth of liquid authority in this, the last great selfish act calling death to make a pact, now, bedevilled lives are spent in loneliness and dogged intent! so
War
As I lay on the bottom of my bunk I gaze at the supports above me Realizing that they are simply hallmarks of the true reality The supports in use are nothing more than wire strands I reach for them with outstretched hands A simple touch and th
dreams
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circus
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Reborn
I have always had a knack for being a creative writer. This poem is about my outlook on life. No matter haw many bad times you have, they will always "die" and the good days will be reborn.
The Never Ending Night
This was one of my first published poems in which I have written.
Why?
Wife of mine where did we go wrong it seems just yesterday our love was so strong you always believed I just settled for you I don't know what to say I don't know what to do I always felt we should be together side by side through any weath
Mis-carriage
In my mind, still born babies lying in long wheat fields. Ponderings in the wombs water, the unspent dreams capsize. The waves she's throws up hosts, stubborn feet at my heels. I pant and struggle to pause. The murky waters sends forth a rose
The Sphere
The moon was high within the night, When I beheld a lonely sight. I came upon it without eyes, But with a touch I felt its cries. It was a globe of mist and due, Of sweating glass both false and true. I saw it there. I know I did. But at my to
Death Ride On
DEATH IS A LONE RIDER NOT PRIVY TO JUST STRANGERS DEATH IS A LONE RIDER READY TO TAKE YOU AS AN INSIDER DEATH IS A LONE RIDER WAITING FOR THAT SPECIAL MOMENT DEATH IS A LONE RIDER THAT HAS COME TO TAKE YOU HOME DEATH IS A LONE RIDER
What is this world..
Honestly I think I was feeling slightly angery or depressed during this poem.
Just the Beginning
Old poem again..Teen Age frustration? lol
Amnisty
This is about you.
Lonely Girl
personal issues
Lost
emotions
What the @$# am I talking about?!
I don't even know how to explain?! This piece is about something different to every person that reads it, so tell me what is it about to you? Seriously I would love to hear others views because there are so many things I think I mean here *lol*
Open
The Night is young & full of rest I can't describe the way she's dress'd She'll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest
My Kind
Wrote this about 20 years ago nice to have a forum
death
Kill or be killed An entity that for ever be thrilled To spill blood that needs to be spilled Only the corrupt and cruel Rape murder and theft are my fuel A moment time to react Wedges sharp a serrated point is a fact Metal jackets hollow poi
anger with in.
The anger with in held back held away cus of the the fear of wat might ocurr if its released the anger not brought on by ones self but brought on by others. others not in spercific to anyone, but a multiple of people, their disrespect, their envy